Brief interlude from my Neopoleon Creation Story...
I haven't posted about my music (or the music I make with Best Friend Felix), but I had an email exchange today that got me thinking about it. It's all sitting around on various drives, and I rarely bother with it. I have no idea why I do that.
Found a few of the songs today, and went through them one by one. Most are unfinished. Some were 90% inspiration and 100% not knowing how to run the recording equipment properly (when Felix wasn't around, that is - I was a mess when it came to plugging the right things into other things and then flipping switches that did stuff that didn't electrocute me).
Others are much closer to being done, though I don't think we ever finished a song.
Regardless, I was thinking of times in the past when I posted our stuff. I love some of it and I was excited to share it. Music is good. I might be understating things a tad, but you know me - that's what I'm all about - understatement and subtlety.
I got to one song in particular, and just started laughing. It's a movie cliche to say things like, "It was my greatest success... and also my greatest failure."
But this song was my greatest success and my greatest failure.
It was downloaded more times than any other song I posted. There was even a remix by Jason Olson.
I was on the road, and that day/week/whatever I was in Denver. I got to my hotel room and something about it amplified boredom. It had a green carpet. I don't like it when hotels have green carpet. I like green. I'm not dissing green. It's a fine and necessary color.
I just don't like it when hotels have green carpet.
To show that green carpet who was boss, I wrote a song in about twelve minutes to prove how not bored I was, and then I performed it to an open-air recording device. The song had a rhythm section - also my performance - that consisted of my hands and a waste basket I had turned upside-down.
That's it. And, not only was it a crap song performed on a trash can, there's no air in Denver and I suspect the lack of discretion I showed in writing, performing, recording, and posting the song in about the hour it took could have been due to oxygen deprivation.
The song is about Chris Sells and his trip to Burning Man. It's probably the worst song I've ever written, and I think it's had around 7,000 downloads (that was when I was still paying attention to this stuff back in 2005). I doubt it's had many recently, but you never know.
On the other end of the popularity spectrum is a song I love. It's simple, but rather pretty. A world apart from the Burning Man song.
Yet that Burning Man song destroyed it in the ratings. The song I love also didn't get a Jason Olson remix.
Here:
- Rory's Favorite Song that He's Ever Written: She Hears
- Extremely Popular Song Written and Performed Under the Influence of Oxygen Deprivation: Chris Sells at Burning Man
- Jason Olson Remix of the Burning Man Song: Just Plain Weird
I still can't believe it. The song with the wastebasket... a wastebasket.
This is one of those things that interrupts the normal functioning of my brain. It stutters: A wastebasket... a WASTEBASKET... WASTEBASKET WASTEBASKET WASTEBASKET!!!
Enjoy the wastebasket.